I’m not prone to swearing. In fact it takes a lot to get me up there with the best of them. Notice I’m even unable to say the ‘B’ word as it should be said, but rather a variation of it. However, I suspect another couple of days of this pain will result in me screaming it from the rooftops.
“You don’t like being ‘off games’ do you S?” my companion from the scene of the crime remarked over the telephone. I reached down towards my left foot, adjusting the pink sock ice pack so delicately placed for maximum coverage. I wondered where I could get an ice pick to make smaller pieces – heart shaped ice cubes are really not the best.
“No T, I do not” I replied.
The night had started innocently but stridently enough. Schmancy party-heeled clad, T App’d a black cab. We hopped in as he and Dave began the banter that saw the meter still ‘off’ until half way there. T pointed it out to him, We watched as he reached up to click the switch, still laughing: “Sorry about that guv” he said, “I just got lost in the moment!”
Conversations with Strangers 